I joked about the concept of this zine for years and made several abortive attempts to actually follow through before mid-2024, when suddenly it poured out of me.
In its final form, it's a pretty earnest found poem about coming out, with accompanying photo collage kinda inspired by David Hockney. All images and text are pulled straight from episodes of Seinfeld. The most surprising part was how easy it was to put this together — George just says eggy shit all the time.
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